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Ivan
03:12
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I got a glimpse inside your mind
We don’t talk much in real life
It’s explicit, by design
That our paths only cross on Pine
Yazishma, pidipiska
Levelezee, correspondence
Instrumental break
I’m tired of playing by the rules
I’m sick of waiting weeks for you
Language makes me feel a fool
I ran out of words for you
Chorus
You’re beguiled by my keystrokes
A spirit haunting Matthews lab
Wish I could be who you saw on the screen
But our words are all I have
Maybe our ghost writers could meet
How do you know it’s really me?
They could keep each other company
And we could leave each other be
Chorus x 2
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Eleven Eunices
03:19
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One Eunice wears brown lipstick
One Eunice bobbed her hair
One Eunice still wears braces
One Eunice got veneers
Eleven Eunices ride a cathode ray
Eleven Eunices pin me with their gaze
Ivan's not mine; did I cross a line
Eleven Eunices got me in a daze
Which Eunice knows your warm voice
Which Eunice speaks Chinese
Which Eunice dates a senior
Which Eunice shares your lease
Chorus
I catch my eye in the monitor's glare
Pink acne pockmarks and lank greasy hair
Would your Eunice's face crumble
If she saw the emails we share
Chorus; fade
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Why Must I Be Sad
02:49
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Travels With Brindle Boston, Massachusetts
Under the name Travels With Brindle, Boston-based songwriter Chelsea Spear got started as a busker on the MBTA, playing ukulele covers for a diverse audience. She later began writing her own music, developing the ethereal-yet-gritty style that can now be heard in the tight melodies of her most recent EP, Greetings from Rocky Point. She is writing her second EP. ... more
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